On such a touching day, weekend and week when we join our parents, spouses, children, brothers, and sisters as well as friends who have fought and continue to fight cancer, deep emotions reign.
Fresh memories of a statement for a pastor appealing “May God take her home.” ring in my mind.
Though a young pupil, it was explained to me that the said lady was ill and the pain was so immense that prayer for God to rest her, was pronounced. Later in secondary school, I did witness a high school colleague, yelling in pain, and despair.
So talented a basketballer he was. I still recall his ever-smiling face. I learned that cancer had taken him away.
Much later as an adult I journeyed with relatives. The pain, the uncertainties, the imminent powerlessness, and hopelessness still lingers in my memories.
Indeed, he was such an industrious and loving man. Beyond the C.E.O heights was what he aimed.
True to it he was headed there. A time icon of hard work and humility amidst love and care.
He succumbed to deadly cancer. It is all not lost!
It is not a death sentence, despite my three experiences. Indeed, I have many friends who have had it cured.
Of course, constant checkups lead to early detection. With this, prompt treatment conquers the ailment.
For you that are journeying with loved ones, take heart!
Though light appears bleak, you are heroes and heroines.
For you that are battling with the illness, do all that is humanly possible and allow the Divine to play his role.
Certainly, he wishes you well. We join him in our appeals. That his serenity and providence be upon you.
For the medics and all in palliative care, you that endure watching suffering, embrace your call. Do all that you can.
The world will never appreciate you enough. Nevertheless, the master planner, the giver of all, will forever reward you.
